Dear Diary:It was a crisp, fall Saturday morning, and Zabar’s was abuzz with people of every description. His head down slightly and his hands grasped together in front of his coat, he approached her. I’m retiring and moving to Florida.”The woman raised her chin slightly. The two of them shook hands, and he returned to his place behind the counter. He carved off the quantity of lox she had asked for, and handed it to her.

Source: New York Times December 17, 2017 22:52 UTC